Tony sped to the nearest hospital and swerved into the ER entrance.
Laynie tried to walk in by herself, but Tony would have none of it after she stumbled the first time. He swept his arms under her knees and carried his weak daughter inside.
They were in a small room in moments, and it took less than five minutes for a nurse to come in and move her to a full sized room.
Laynie was put on an IV by one nurse while another cleaned the wound on her wrist.
Tony held her free hand while they did so. They wouldn't give either of them full details, but they both knew it was bad. Tony couldn't see anything but red on her wrist.
Laynie began breathing rapidly when she looked at her wrist, and Tony redirected her gaze to his face."Look at me Laynie. You're safe, the pain will go away. I promise."
She nodded quickly, trying not to lose control completely. Her fatigue and hunger were causing her to feel light headed. She wouldn't be surprised if she passed out with the added panicked breathing.
The nurse laid a temporary bandage over the wound once she staunched the bleeding, and moved to Laynie's back to inspect the places her hair was matted with blood. The nurse flashed a light in her eyes and further examined the bumps.
"I'll be back with a doctor Mr. Stark, don't let her fall asleep or move her right wrist."
Tony moved from his chair beside the bed to sit beside Laynie, pulling her in toward him. "I'm so sorry Laynie."
"It's not your fault," she breathed.
"It-" he sighed. "I tried to prevent it."
"That's all that matters."
"How... How bad was it?"
She didn't answer.
A doctor came into the room a moment later, carrying a clipboard. He was silent as he checked her vitals. When he moved his stethoscope to Laynie's side to hear her lungs, she squirmed away out of reflex.
"Does this hurt?" the doctor asked quietly, pressing on Laynie's ribs.
All she could manage was a tearful nod.
He scribbled a few things on the clipboard and then sat down on the chair Tony had vacated.
"Miss Stark, you've been through a lot. Your wrist has what is called a skin avulsion. Avulsion is when the skin is ripped away from bone and muscle, but thankfully yours is mostly superficial and won't require any grafting. You have a second grade concussion and some bruised ribs, but that's nothing that won't heal with some time. We're going to have to do some major stitches on that wrist though. What's most worrying to me is the starvation and dehydration."
"Due to these, we won't be able to safely put you under to do the stitches. We can numb the area, but we will have to do them while you're conscious," he finished grimly.
"You know, I've put stitches in myself enough times to know it isn't really all that bad." Tony looked to Laynie. "I'll be right here the whole time."
Laynie nodded slowly.
"Alright. We're going to probably end up doing six to ten stitches. Due to the nature and location of the wound, it'll be crucial you move your wrist under no circumstances. Would it be alright to use dissolving stitches and put a loose cast over your wrist and hand for the duration of the healing process?"
Laynie nodded numbly, and Tony followed up with his own nod.
"Okay then, I'll get a nurse in here in a few minutes, you two get comfortable. Since we're able to monitor you Miss Stark, it's acceptable for you to sleep if you can."
Tony helped Laynie lay back into the bed, where her eyes lingered closed for a moment before popping open.
"Carter. Call Bruce and tell him to get Natasha."
Tony pushed Laynie's messy hair out of her face. "I did in the car."
She let out a little "Oh."
"I'm so happy you're safe. I just... I don't know what to do without you anymore."
"Laynie's eyes drifted shut, but she smiled. "Wake me up when Carter's safe." She let out a little yawn before succumbing to the safest sleep she'd had for a week.